::wind, hammering, talking, and machine noises::
(Conversation:
So what are you doing here?
Nothing really, just looking for a little peace.
You have come to the wrong place.
No, put that down, no!)
Yes I know you are with me
Yeah you always creep beside me
So shove it you, loser
You stupid abuser
I don't want you anywhere close to me
Knocking on my door at midnight
I flee from your agony every night
Now up yours, you loser
You stupid abuser
I don't want you ruining my night
I broke the scythe of the grimmest of the grim
And I through all of the pain back at him
The reaper of lost souls, the farmer of the dead
Now has one less worry in his head
Souls break loose!
Souls break loose!
Yes I know you are with me
Yeah you always creep beside me
So screw you, loser
You stupid abuser
I don't want you anywhere close to me
I broke the scythe of the grimmest of the grim
And I through all of the pain back at him
The reaper of lost souls, the farmer of the dead
Now has one less worry in his head
Souls break loose!
Souls break loose!
